by Lisa McCrohan | Sep 5, 2013 | Parenting with Compassion, Soulful Poetry
Holding Love By Lisa McCrohan How many times have I rocked you to sleep, held you, laid next to you? I never counted. Yes, there have been times I’ve counted the minutes — the minutes until I’d get half an hour of alone time; the minutes until I...
by Lisa McCrohan | Sep 3, 2013 | Mindfulness in Everyday Life, Parenting with Compassion
“Mommy, you put my hair back in a ponytail, pwees?” my little three year old asks. I put down what I was doing and look at her so lovingly. See, my little honey’s hair grows so slowly. It’s fine, wispy and there’s such little of it. She rarely asks me to do anything...
by Lisa McCrohan | Sep 2, 2013 | Cultivating Compassion, Happiness, Delight, Joy, Awe, Parenting with Compassion, Soulful Poetry
Today is Labor Day in the U.S. Today I hope you you can rest your “laboring” and linger awhile seeing this moment, this day, as a gift. A few days ago, we had a family emergency. No one wants to get a phone call late at night like this. That moment I...
by Lisa McCrohan | Aug 20, 2013 | Happiness, Delight, Joy, Awe, Mindful Motherhood, Mindfulness in Everyday Life, Parenting with Compassion
We had a rough first day back to school. My kiddos were bugging each other, Brian and I got frustrated, buttons were pushed and old habits of reacting kicked in – all before 8:30 a.m. What do you do on mornings like this? Begin again. The kiddos kept at it in the car...
by Lisa McCrohan | Aug 18, 2013 | Cultivating Compassion, Mindfulness in Everyday Life, Parenting with Compassion
“When a kid walks in a room, your child or anybody else’s child, does your face light up? That’s what they’re looking for.” – Toni Morrison I still remember the day I was sitting down on the couch talking on the phone to an old...
by Lisa McCrohan | Aug 16, 2013 | Cultivating Compassion, Happiness, Delight, Joy, Awe, Parenting with Compassion, Soulful Poetry
Make Time for Love Make time for love in your day amidst the hurry tackling the “to do” list always waiting for a pause to do what really matters but every night falling into bed exhausted, saying, “I’ll do it tomorrow.” Make time for love when you wake up gently...